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hosanna
a blade of grass
blown between the thumbs
eyes claim to see
staring into sun
in the highest

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memories face the clouds
still velcroed,
unsalted,
stubborn
sunflower seeds
straining higher.
millions of dark eyes
waiting for the hour
their namesake
will appear,
unaware their petals’ flames
are the beauty to be matched.


I kept the curly ribbon
He cut from the clouds,
That’s what sits inside, you know,
It shows a little
When the sun sets
Or lightning’s silver scissors
Chase it across the sky.

It’s tied behind my eyes now,
Shining through the blue
When good memories
Rustle the color bundle
Like a fall breeze
Giving goose bumps,
An everyday celebration.


Buttons spin

On the ceiling-

You’re feeling

A plastic dizziness,

Bleached threads

Dangle their knotted strands

Into each of your ears,

Inching slowly through

The grooves of the brain

And expanding

As your thoughts sweat,

Sending sweater fuzz

Bouncing colorful

Behind bright eyes

Until lids droop

Warm and heavy.


Two pennies in the pool,

Wishes washed,

Purified

By sun and stares,

Your glares

Inspire me

To throw

My own dreams

Away.


You shoot me a look in

Chinese calligraphy,

Insanity in perfect script.

Pupils dilate into

Quick,

Dark ink strokes,

Flashing like

A samurai’s sword,

My rough

Fortune cookie translation

Just might be

Inadequate.


When I thought growing up meant
My own pair of chocolate icing eyes
And Princess Jasmine hair,

When I believed adolescence was simply
A merging of freckles
Into a nice, golden tan,

When career just meant
A fun, dressy
Daytime distraction,

When teenage years
Were like blurry heat waves
In the distance on the road.